Текст и перевод песни Agarrate Catalina - Cuplé "Los Baldes" (Los Dogmas) - En Vivo

Cuplé "Los Baldes" (Los Dogmas) - En Vivo

Las cosas mas peligrosas del mundo son los baldes,
Parecen inofensivos, pero son implacables.
Depende como se usen y si es del modo erróneo
Puede ser una herramienta o un arma del demonio.

Julio les teme con sus razones,
Julio los odia sin distinción.
No se trata del objeto de una forma concreta,
Mas bien su simbología por lo que representa.
El peligro de los baldes es todo lo que expresan,
Cuando vos tenes el balde metido en tu cabeza.

Solo lo tuyo
Canta la posta,
Dentro del balde
No hay discusión.

Los baldes que dice el Julio
Se llaman de otra forma,
Julito les dice baldes
Pero se llaman dogmas.

El dogma es un invento
De los intelectuales,
Es el modo más elegante
Para ponerse el balde.

Intransigencia con maquillaje,
Absolutismo, venda mental.

Es la forma más sencilla
De resolver un tema,
Vos pensas lo que piensan otros
Y no te haces problemas.

El dogma es el barrabrava
De nuestros pensamientos,
A vos que pensas distinto,
Puto, yo te reviento.

Arriba dogma, dogma, dogma, dogma, dogma,
Que rígido y dogmático que sos.
Dogma, dogma, dogma, dogma, dogma,
Me pongo el balde y yo te sigo a vos.

Con el dogma estoy más seguro,
Es mas grande y me da más poder,
Me conecta con otros dogmáticos
Que queremos pensar como él.

Con el dogma no estoy perdido,
Ya no dudo ni pienso por mi,
Me llena el corazón de valentía
Y digo lo que él me hace decir.

Arriba dogma, dogma, dogma, dogma, dogma,
Que rígido y dogmático que sos.
Dogma, dogma, dogma, dogma, dogma,
Me pongo el balde y yo te sigo a vos.

Todos conocemos gente insoportable
Por su dogmatismo sobrenatural,
Alguien persistente, alguien infumable,
Un plomo imbancable para conversar.

Por eso hay que escaparle si lo ves,
Por eso hay que rajar mientras podes.
Que no te vea que te le escapas,
Te va a pudrir, te va a querer adoctrinar.

No respeta entierros, ni bodas ni bautismos,
Para él es lo mismo cualquier ocasión,
Para despachar su fundamentalismo,
Centrado en sí mismo siempre pudre una reunión.

Por eso no le pidas opinión,
Por eso no le des la dirección.

Porque caga un fútbol cinco,
Porque pudre un cumpleaños,
Golpea en la mesa cuando entra en calor,
Saca su libreto y te da una paliza
Y monopoliza toda tu conversación.

Por eso hay que borrarlo del Whatsapp,
Por eso hay que agendarlo como spam.

Y si en una de esas justo no ligaste
Y te lo encontraste en el ascensor,
En el entrepiso vos tírate de cabeza
Porque cuando empieza es demoledor.

Hacete el dormido si lo ves,
Subiéndose en el 186.

Si vos miras pa' arriba el te sigue la mirada
Y no tenes escape ni en tu propio celular
Y si haces de cuenta que te están llamando,
Se queda esperando el hijo de puta, hasta que cortas.

Por eso por el bien de tu salud,
Tenes que eliminarlo del Facebook.

Si tuviera un martillo
Me daría en la cabeza,
Metafóricamente
Para no oír su voz.

Alerta y peligro
Viene un bolche fanático,
Pásame el martillo
Y para los huevos la hoz.

Si tuviera una biblia
Me la comería hoja por hoja,
Metafóricamente
Con el perdón de Jesús.

Porque si Cristo regresara
Y le cayeran a su casa
Dos mormones,
Les pediría mil disculpas
Y se colgaría en la cruz.

Si tuviera una molleja o un bife de chorizo
Y viniera un vegano a quererme convencer,
Me taparía las orejas con carne embutida,
Y si sigue jodiendo,
Tomo medidas de fuerza,
Hago un supositorio de carne mechada
Y sin vaselina me lo hago meter.

Si vinieran acaso con sus intolerancias
Y sus mentes cerradas,
Los haría callar.
Que se cierren sus bocas,
Que se sellen sus labios,
Que se caigan sus lenguas
Para que no hablen más.

Si tuviera acá mismo a ese tipo de gente,
A esos hijos del dogma y su errónea visión,
Pediría que un rayo, de su propio dogmatismo,
En este mismo momento les cortara la voz.

Y si no me respe...

Porque así los obligo
A pensar como yo.

Cuplé "The Buckets" (The Dogmas) - Live

The most dangerous things in the world are buckets,
They seem harmless, but they are relentless.
It depends how they are used and if it's in the wrong way
It can be a tool or a weapon of the devil.

Julio fears them with his reasons,
Julio hates them without distinction.
It is not about the object in a concrete way,
But rather its symbology for what it represents.
The danger of the buckets is all that they express,
When you have the bucket stuck in your head.

Only yours
Sing the truth,
Inside the bucket
There's no discussion.

The buckets that Julio says
Are called another way,
Julito calls them buckets
But they are called dogmas.

Dogma is an invention
Of intellectuals,
It's the most elegant way
To put on the bucket.

Intransigence with makeup,
Absolutism, mental blindfold.

It's the simplest way
To solve a problem,
You think what others think
And you don't have problems.

Dogma is the hooligan
Of our thoughts,
To you who think differently,
Faggot, I'll bust you up.

Up dogma, dogma, dogma, dogma, dogma,
How rigid and dogmatic you are.
Dogma, dogma, dogma, dogma, dogma,
I put on the bucket and I follow you.

With dogma I am more secure,
It's bigger and gives me more power,
It connects me with other dogmatics
Who want to think like him.

With dogma I'm not lost,
I no longer doubt or think for myself,
It fills my heart with courage
And I say what he makes me say.

Up dogma, dogma, dogma, dogma, dogma,
How rigid and dogmatic you are.
Dogma, dogma, dogma, dogma, dogma,
I put on the bucket and I follow you.

We all know unbearable people
Because of their supernatural dogmatism,
Someone persistent, someone insufferable,
An unbearable lead to converse with.

So you have to run away if you see him,
That's why you have to split while you can.
Let him not see you escaping,
He's going to rot you, he's going to want to indoctrinate you.

He respects no funerals, weddings or baptisms,
For him it's the same occasion,
To dispatch his fundamentalism,
Centered on himself always rots a meeting.

So don't ask him for his opinion,
So don't give him the address.

Because he shits a five-a-side football,
Because he rots a birthday,
Hits the table when he gets warm,
He takes out his script and gives you a beating
And monopolizes your whole conversation.

That's why you have to delete him from Whatsapp,
That's why you have to schedule it as spam.

And if one of those you just didn't tie
And you ran into him in the elevator,
On the mezzanine you throw yourself headlong
Because when he starts it's devastating.

Pretend to be asleep if you see him,
Getting on the 186.

If you look up he follows your gaze
And you have no escape even on your own cell phone
And if you pretend they're calling you,
The son of a bitch is waiting, until you hang up.

So for the sake of your health,
You have to remove it from Facebook.

If I had a hammer
I'd hit myself in the head,
Metaphorically
So I don't hear his voice.

Alert and danger
Here comes a fanatical Bolshevik,
Pass me the hammer
And for the balls the sickle.

If I had a bible
I'd eat it page by page,
Metaphorically
With Jesus' forgiveness.

Because if Christ returned
And they fell to his house
Two Mormons,
He would apologize a thousand times
And hang himself on the cross.

If I had a gizzard or a beef steak
And a vegan came to convince me,
I would cover my ears with embutido meat,
And if he keeps fucking around,
I take forceful measures,
I make a suppository of minced meat
And without Vaseline I make him put it in.

If they came perhaps with their intolerances
And their closed minds,
I would silence them.
May their mouths be closed,
May their lips be sealed,
May their tongues fall out
So that they will not speak again.

If I had that kind of people right here,
To those children of dogma and their erroneous vision,
I would ask that a thunderbolt, of their own dogmatism,
Right now, cut off their voice.

And if they don't respe...

Because that's how I force them
To think like me.